closed starter for @444fm!
ㅤㅤtonight is like any other. or at least it seems like any other. another night, another murder scene, another calling card, and another weight on her shoulders. the street is dimly lit by the flashing blue lights of her car and her torch, the only lamp post in sight being smashed and out of use, casting her in a general, eerie darkness filled with shadows and small movements. yellow numbered plaques litter the scene, signifying the location from which each piece of bagged and tagged evidence had been retrieved.
ㅤㅤit's quiet and cold, cold enough now that she could see her breath as she knelt by the corpse, latex covered fingers extending to pluck the piece of card that had been stuffed into the open and fresh wound — sliding it into a plastic baggie to deal with later. for the first time in her two years on the job, she's overcome with a strange sense of panic as a jolt courses down her spine, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up as she moved away from the crime scene and towards her car, peeling the gloves off as she did. " it's nothing, maritza... " she mutters to herself in a weak bid to calm her nerves, cold fingers fighting to unlock her phone screen as she huddles in front of the open trunk — hitting the sms button next to ashton's name.
[ sms from — martiza to ashton: is that you? are you following me again? it's not romantic to scare a girl, you know. ]











